I Want My Cute Furry Blue Scientist!
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Beast or, Hank, walked through the hallways, occasionally seeing Kurt showing Christa the facilities. She was getting some control on her powers quickly. On the fifth teleportation nothing broke. He made his way out to the pool, relaxing on one of the many lawnchairs. It was a hot, summer evening, so most of the students were already lounging or swimming.
There was a puff of smoke and Kurt and Christa appeared a ways above the pool. Christa screamed as gravity took hold of her. Hank, realizing that pure electrical power + pool water = well done students, bolted out of the chair, jumped and grabbed her out of the air. Landing safely on the other side.
She was still shaking uncontrollably when he sat her down.
"Are you okay?" He asked, tenderly brushing a piece of her dark (almost brown) red hair out of her eyes. Careful not to touch her skin.
Christa tried to talk, but her mouth was dry and she had to swallow a few times before she could.
"Ye...yeah...." She looked at him; "Does this mean I'll never be able to swim again?"
"I, uh...that depends on how quickly you can learn control."
She looked away dejectedly, "I guess that means never," She whispered.
Something pulled inside Hank at seeing her so depressed. After all, she had just move there from Nova Scotia to New York, where she knows no one.
"Did you want to do something?"
She looked at him, her unnaturally bright blue eyes glossy from un-cried tears.
"What do you mean?"
He helped her up, "Something to welcome you to New York."
She thought for a moment, than looked at Hank, smiling ear to ear. ~~~~*****~~~~*******~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~
"Come on, please? You said you would."
Christa grabbed his hand and looked pleadingly at him.
He sighed" Very well. But I need to find my image distortion watch."
She gave him a confused look as he started to pull out a desk drawer.
"A what?"
"A watch that makes me look like I use to."
"No."
He continued looking, "No what?"
"If you're to be my date for the night than I want you."
He turned, holding the watch in one hand. "But I will be me."
"No you won't. You'll look like someone else. At least to me."
He started to put it on," But if I don't use this, people will mistreat you because you're with me. I don't want to put you through that."
Removing her right elbow-length black glove she grabbed the watch. Hank watched as sparks flew from its face. She tossed it back to him.
"I was told, when I came here, to not be ashamed of who I was, or what I could do. I'm starting to accept that, now why don't you?" She put her glove back on as she talked, walked over and stood by the door, and then continued.
"I'll be downstairs at 7 sharp, and I will be expecting my cute blue and furry date."
He looked at his watch and then at her trying to scowl at him but a smile played at the corner of her lips. He was thankful at that moment for the blue fur, so that she couldn't see him blushing.
On the way downstairs, Christa couldn't help but smile. Dressed in a fashionable velvet blue dress with matching gloves and shawl, that clung to her every curve, she couldn't wait to hit the theatre. At the bottom Christas' eyes widened at the sight of Hank dressed in a gorgeous black suit and tie.
"Oh my God!" She whispered, shyly looking away, as all of her courage from earlier drained out of her. As if on cue (although not on purpose) the lights dimmed. Thankfully Hank thought she was just nervous about being in New York. And she didn't tell him otherwise.
They made it to the Broadway Theatre when the trouble started.
"We don't sell tickets to 'their kind'." The man behind the glass told them with revulsion.
Hank shook his head and turned to leave, Christa placed a restraining hand on his arm. All the while never taking her eyes off the ticketman.
"You're going to let us in." She told him in a threatening voice.
The guy leaned forward, "Look lady, I'm sorry, I really am. But policy states no mutants allowed."
"Let's go Christa." Hank tried.
She continued glaring at the guy, "No Hank, I'm staying. This is where isolation pays off."
The lights flickered dangerously as they received a large amount of power. Around them people started to panic, not understanding what was happening. This action drew out the manager.
"Mr. Kissinger! What is the meaning of this? Why are these mutants still here?" He almost bellowed at the smaller man.
Pausing in her tantrum, Christa turned to the other man.
"Sir, we just wanted to go and see the Cats revival."
He started to say something mean to her calm demeanor when a peaceful look came over his face.
"Go, now. Before he wakes up."
Christa turned back to Mr. Kissinger, who looked a little flush. But he managed a weak smile; he looked to Hank and spoke softly.
"Like you said, we're everywhere."
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Beast or, Hank, walked through the hallways, occasionally seeing Kurt showing Christa the facilities. She was getting some control on her powers quickly. On the fifth teleportation nothing broke. He made his way out to the pool, relaxing on one of the many lawnchairs. It was a hot, summer evening, so most of the students were already lounging or swimming.
There was a puff of smoke and Kurt and Christa appeared a ways above the pool. Christa screamed as gravity took hold of her. Hank, realizing that pure electrical power + pool water = well done students, bolted out of the chair, jumped and grabbed her out of the air. Landing safely on the other side.
She was still shaking uncontrollably when he sat her down.
"Are you okay?" He asked, tenderly brushing a piece of her dark (almost brown) red hair out of her eyes. Careful not to touch her skin.
Christa tried to talk, but her mouth was dry and she had to swallow a few times before she could.
"Ye...yeah...." She looked at him; "Does this mean I'll never be able to swim again?"
"I, uh...that depends on how quickly you can learn control."
She looked away dejectedly, "I guess that means never," She whispered.
Something pulled inside Hank at seeing her so depressed. After all, she had just move there from Nova Scotia to New York, where she knows no one.
"Did you want to do something?"
She looked at him, her unnaturally bright blue eyes glossy from un-cried tears.
"What do you mean?"
He helped her up, "Something to welcome you to New York."
She thought for a moment, than looked at Hank, smiling ear to ear. ~~~~*****~~~~*******~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~
"Come on, please? You said you would."
Christa grabbed his hand and looked pleadingly at him.
He sighed" Very well. But I need to find my image distortion watch."
She gave him a confused look as he started to pull out a desk drawer.
"A what?"
"A watch that makes me look like I use to."
"No."
He continued looking, "No what?"
"If you're to be my date for the night than I want you."
He turned, holding the watch in one hand. "But I will be me."
"No you won't. You'll look like someone else. At least to me."
He started to put it on," But if I don't use this, people will mistreat you because you're with me. I don't want to put you through that."
Removing her right elbow-length black glove she grabbed the watch. Hank watched as sparks flew from its face. She tossed it back to him.
"I was told, when I came here, to not be ashamed of who I was, or what I could do. I'm starting to accept that, now why don't you?" She put her glove back on as she talked, walked over and stood by the door, and then continued.
"I'll be downstairs at 7 sharp, and I will be expecting my cute blue and furry date."
He looked at his watch and then at her trying to scowl at him but a smile played at the corner of her lips. He was thankful at that moment for the blue fur, so that she couldn't see him blushing.
On the way downstairs, Christa couldn't help but smile. Dressed in a fashionable velvet blue dress with matching gloves and shawl, that clung to her every curve, she couldn't wait to hit the theatre. At the bottom Christas' eyes widened at the sight of Hank dressed in a gorgeous black suit and tie.
"Oh my God!" She whispered, shyly looking away, as all of her courage from earlier drained out of her. As if on cue (although not on purpose) the lights dimmed. Thankfully Hank thought she was just nervous about being in New York. And she didn't tell him otherwise.
They made it to the Broadway Theatre when the trouble started.
"We don't sell tickets to 'their kind'." The man behind the glass told them with revulsion.
Hank shook his head and turned to leave, Christa placed a restraining hand on his arm. All the while never taking her eyes off the ticketman.
"You're going to let us in." She told him in a threatening voice.
The guy leaned forward, "Look lady, I'm sorry, I really am. But policy states no mutants allowed."
"Let's go Christa." Hank tried.
She continued glaring at the guy, "No Hank, I'm staying. This is where isolation pays off."
The lights flickered dangerously as they received a large amount of power. Around them people started to panic, not understanding what was happening. This action drew out the manager.
"Mr. Kissinger! What is the meaning of this? Why are these mutants still here?" He almost bellowed at the smaller man.
Pausing in her tantrum, Christa turned to the other man.
"Sir, we just wanted to go and see the Cats revival."
He started to say something mean to her calm demeanor when a peaceful look came over his face.
"Go, now. Before he wakes up."
Christa turned back to Mr. Kissinger, who looked a little flush. But he managed a weak smile; he looked to Hank and spoke softly.
"Like you said, we're everywhere."